The Orphanage

WARNING, WARNING: Extreme Pedo, M g, M b, g,g anal, rape, abuse,
death. If hardcore sex with children offends you leave now. If
the word nigger pisses you off go away now. This story is about
an Orphanage in the 1930 that has fallen on hard times. See how
the nuns work things out in the Orphanage...


  The Orphanage of Blessed Virgin sat on the north end of the
city. A ten foot stone wall surrounded the ten acre compound. A
blackened limestone church sat at the center of the land. The
orphanage was built around all four sides of the church.  The
buildings were three stories high and had a clay tiled roof. The
roofline was pierced by chimneys every twenty feet. The compound
had been constructed in 1886 with a grant given by a steel
tycoon. He ran the giant mills ringing the city that spewed toxic
smoke from their blast furnaces. Most of the children that were
placed in the facility came from parents who worked and died at
the mills. Those mills had shut down in the crash of 1929 and did
not reopen in the boom caused by World War 2. Once the mills were
shut down the economy of the city crashed and the orphanage fell
on hard times.

The staff was cut in half yet more children were sent to the home
during the great influenza outbreak of 1931. The sisters at the
Orphanage turned to the coffers of the mother church but they
were told that there was no money for them during the Great
Depression.  Mother Superior Mary hit on a way that the children
could earn cash to keep the home open. The older children were
rented out to the few wealthy families in the city as domestic
live in help, but in reality they were little more than slaves
working seven days a week 14 hours a day. The children were often
sexually abused.

This still did not  generate enough cash so the word was put out
through a network of like minded sisters that for a price young
children were available for cash on the barrel head. Two dollars
got you  a half an hour to do what ever you wanted to the child.
For five dollars you could use the child all night. For fifty the
child was yours with no paperwork and no questions were asked. If
you returned a body to be buried in the graveyard behind the
dormitories it did cost  $10.00 to inter the body.

The orphanage had at one time a school for the children to attend
but all pretense was done away with when the Sisters closed the
classrooms. Another school was opened where the young children
were taught to service both men's and women's sexual perversions.
The school uniforms were sold to a rag picker and the children
both boys and girls wore only a thin T-shirt year-round.

The playground was torn up and a truck patch was planted to grow
their own foodstuffs. Hogs and chickens were taken in on trade
for the children's bodies from the farmers that lacked the cash.
When the children were not servicing their John's they were
working in the garden or caring for the barnyard animals. The
Orphanage's laundry was run with child labor and took in the
dirty laundry of the wealthy.

Even though they grew enough food to adequately feed the children
they were kept on a starvation diet which kept them thin and
weak. The excess food was sold to restaurants and family run
markets. The Sisters were actually turning a profit. Some of the
sisters used that ill gained money for a shopping trip to Rome.
They were granted an audience with Pope Pius XI and commend for
their ability to take a failing enterprise and turn it around.


The black car pulled into the driveway through the wrought iron
gates. The uniformed driver a tall black man, pulled the imported
German car to the rear of the compound and stopped next to a set
of double doors. The man in the back of the long Mercedes Benz
was smoking a black Cuban cigar. LeRoy the driver got out and put
his uniform cap on and opened the door for his middle aged  boss.

"See to the fucking garbage in the trunk. I am going to be
awhile, so here is $2.00 make good use of it and enjoy yourself."
Thurstan Carnegie said as he went to use the services the
Orphanage had to offer. Thurstan was the son of Andrew Carnegie
who had been the brothels main benefactor.

"Yes sir, thank you sir, I sure will get me a little trim while I
am here." the large  hulking coon said as he opened the door for
his boss. He then went to the trunk of the removed the body of a
young child that had been used up by the wealthy pervert. LeRoy
carried the slight burden to a small stone block building next to
the cemetery. He saw Bill the thin gaunt handy man that also
served as the Orphanage's undertaker and grave digger.
"Hay Bill, got one for you to plant. Won't need a big hole for
her." the driver said as he lay the tiny dead child on a cold
stone slab.

"Fuck! You killed the cunt so you go dig the fucking hole. I got
better things to do." he said as he spit a wad of cud from the
nasty tobacco he chewed nonstop at the nigger's feet.

"Twernt me what killed the child motherfucker. So you just go dig
that hole or you and me is  going to get busy." the huge nigger
said as he balled his massive fist and rubbed with his left hand.

"Fuck, LeRoy, I din't mean nothing by it. I was just saying, you
know me. Leave the cunt and I will get to her directly." the
cowardly man said backing in to a corner of the cluttered shed.
"Thought so." was all the driver said as he turned and left the
malevolent man shaking in his repressed rage.

The ghoul slammed the old oak door and vented his rage on the
mortal remains of the child. He ripped the old sheet off of her
battered body and took a hammer and smashed her skull. He vented
his wrath by pounding the little dead girl's chest with his fist.
Spent he stood shaking over her corpse. The pervert pulled out
his long cock and spread the dead child's legs wide and mounted
the body. Her cold flesh closed around his cock and after a few
short strokes he shot a spurt of thin watery cum in her vagina.

He pulled out of her body and spit on her ruined face. The fiend
got an apple crate and shoved the child's body in it. He broke
her legs to get them to fit in the small wooden box. Bill grabbed
a plank of wood and nailed it over the box. He put the sad coffin
on a wagon and grabbed a shovel dig her eternal resting place.

The grave digger stopped at a fresh grave and started to dig. He
thought as he did, "fuckin' good enough for the likes of her."
When he hit the lid of the buried coffin he stopped and dumped
the apple box into the muddy hole. He let down his overalls and
pissed on the crude coffin. He spit his wad of tobacco into the
hole and started to fill it in.

"Good day Mister Carnegie, it is so good to see you today. I have
that new girl I phoned you about. She is fresh off the boat from
Italy. We brought quit a few nice little Italian packages home
with us from Rome, the streets were crawling with them. Il Duce,
Benito Mussolini, himself arranged for the removal of  as he
called them 'street rats'. She does not speak a word of English
but then I do not suppose that conversation is what you are here
for." Sister Anglian said as she ushered the wealthy man to their
best 'guest bedroom'.

"She sounds like something I may wish to aquire, I will see how
she does in the sack and let you know." the wealthy man said as
he followed the nun into a small but well appointed apartment.

The child sat on a stool looking out the window. She saw the warm
glow of muted colors that came through the stained glass windows
of the chappal. The image in the window was some saint giving a
blessing to three small children kneeling and his feet. Aldene
had been brought to this place after a week long passage on the
SS Washington which was a 24,189-ton luxury liner of the United
States Lines, and a train ride. It had been the first time she
had ever been on a ship or taken a ride on a passenger train. The
polizia locale (local police) had rounded up twenty street kids
living in the Colosseum and delivered them to the US nuns.

Only a few of the nuns here spoke Italian and other than the
children she had come over with none of the other kids spoke her
native tongue. Last night was the first night that she spent at
the compound. The nuns had taken her clothing and put her and ten
other girls about her same age of seven in a cold shower room and
made them clean up. Once they had showered they were taken into a
room and one of the nuns put them on a table with iron stirrps.
One of the other nuns held her down while her feet were placed in
the cold iron stirrups and strapped in. A wide leather belt was
buckled across her nude chest and she was bound to the cold
uncomfortable examination table.

Aldene screamed when she saw the shiny steel tool the nun had in
he hand. It looked like the beak of a penguin on a handle. The
woman laughed and put her hands on the child's pussy. She spread
the little cunt and took a small dab of rendered fat and rubbed
her opening. The nun then pushed the specula In the child's body
spreading her vagina. The ungodly woman took a sinful joy in
inflicting pain in the horrified child. The blunt end of the
specula only entered her body an inch when it encountered the
child's hymen. Satisfied that the child was a virgin she pulled
the tool out of her body.

The child was given a cotton T-shirt to ware and then was taken
to a dormitory on the third floor. The nun lead them up the
stairs and into an attic room. There were twenty iron cots lined
up in two rows. The old steel beds were army surplus from the
World War. Their metal springs sagged when one of the children
sat on the muslin straw stuffed mattress. There were no sheets on
the thin lumpy moldy mattress just a thin warn scratchy wool
blanket.

 "Pick a bed and go to bed, you all have a hard day tomorrow."the
nun said as she shut off the light and bolted the iron door
locking them in for the night.

Aldene looked down the line of young girls and went to the
smallest one there. She took the blanket off the small girl's bed
and got back in her's. The young child cried until one of the
older children pulled her into her bed and forced the small
slender girl down between her legs. The larger girl forced the
young child to eat her pussy. Aldene had slept in worst places
than this. She fell asleep to the moans of the lesbian girl as
she reached her climax.

The sound of the iron door being slammed into the wall woke the
girls. The light was turned on and three nuns came in and rousted
them from their beds. They were marched down the stairs to the
dining hall. The children were segregated by sex, with the boys
on the west side of the compound and girls on the east side. The
other young girls of the orphanage were already in line. They
stood silently as they slowly moved toward the older children
that had mess duty. They were dishing out a cup of thin watery
gruel and a small chunk of stale bread. The children took their
meager breakfast to long wooden tables with heavy oak benches and
sat. There were stoneware crocks on each table filled with
watered down milk, to day it was more water than milk.

 By the time the new wop children got to the end of the line
there was little gruel and no stale bread. The children made
their way to the last table and found that someone had taken
their crock of milk. Aldene looked around to find their jug of
milk. She saw a table next to their's that had two crocks. The
table had some hard looking girls sitting at it. Aldene took the
bowl of cold gruel from the same child she had taken the blanket
from last night. She quickly drank the unpleasant tasting slop.
The child smashed the stoneware bowl on the oak plank of the
table and swiftly picked up a large sharp shard of the broken
vessel.  She walked over to the table that had the two crocks.

An older larger mean looking girl stood up to confront the wop.
She balled her small fist and started to say. "What the fuck do
you thin...." but she did not get to finish the challenge for
Aldene swung her fist into the gut of the towering child. The
street-wise thug brought her knee into the face of the girl as
she  doubled over in pain. Aldene grabbed the ear of the stunned
child and hacked it off with the sharp shard of stoneware. Blood
flowed down her face from her shattered nose and missing ear.

Aldene spun and threw a punch into the face of an onrushing child
that was trying to jump her from behind. The blow flattened
orphan's nose and she joined her gang member on the floor. Aldene
threatened the other children at the table and they all backed
off. She grabbed both of the crocks of milk and took them to her
table. She drank her fill of the watered down milk and then left
the rest of it for the other children at her table.
Sister Dominique stepped in to forstall further blood shed and
lead the newcomers out of the dinning hall.  The corpulent nun
leaned in to the bold wop child and said in Italian, "You will do
fine here."

Aldene was lead into a small well appointed apartment. The sister
removed her T-shirt and told the child to sit on a wooden stool
and wait for her first customer. "Oh and dearie you had best do
whatever the man wants for I would hate to see one that has so
much promise die at such a young age." Sister Dominique said as
she went to fetch Mr.Thurstan Carnegie.

  The child sat on a stool looking out the window. She saw the
warm glow of muted colors that came through the stained glass
windows of the chappal. The image in the window was some saint
giving a blessing to three small children kneeling and his feet.
She thought that it looked like the young boy in the middle was
giving head to the man as the saint had his hand on the small
blond boy's head.

The door opened and a man in his 50`s was shown in by Sister
Dominique. "Here she is Thurstan. Enjoy her as you wish. Her name
is Aldene, I call her my little fallen angel." she said as she
left the man to his pleasure.

"So you are a fallen angel? Well come over here and show me your
body." Carnegie said in fluent Italian.

"Hay Capo dei Capi ( boss of bosses) what is in it for me?" the
spirited child said with her hand on her hips.

"Well my primo bambino ( number one baby) if you are good enough
in bed and let me do what ever I want to your body, I may just
buy you and take you out of this stink hole. However if you
disappoint me I shall leave you here. Now get on the bed and show
me your little pussy." he said as he took off his coat and hung
it on a rack next to the bed.

"Sė, Capo, I do not like it here, I will show you my body and you
will be my primo amante (first lover, number one lover). I will
fuck you very good." the impetuous child said as she hopped on
the bed and lay on her back spreading her legs wide open and
using her small hands to spread the mound of her vagina for the
rich man.

 He looked down on the raven haired child. Her skin was tinted
almond and there was a fire in her dark cinnamon eyes. She had a
fair complexion, her skin had a healthy sheen to it. Her budding
breast were not much more than bumps on her chest but they
promised future mounds of pleasure.Thurstan sat on the bed and
bent to inspect the moist cavity of the child's sex. The folds of
her vulva had not fully distended but were still tucked tight to
her mound giving her slit a puffy pillow like look. He saw that
her clitoris was a dark almond color and about the size of a pee.

The folds of her pussy were moist and the inviting pink flesh
promised a clinging tight passage for the pedophile's cock.  He
bent to her body and placed his face between the child's legs. He
drank in the aroma of her undeveloped body. The child placed her
hands on his head and lifted her loins to meet his skilled
tongue. She felt his wet meaty flesh probe her body as he ran his
mouth over her cunt. He started to suck on the vagina and massage
the tender flesh with his lips.
The wop child lay back and enjoyed his use of her body. His
stimulation of her erotic flesh sent waves of sexual joy through
her lascivious nubile body. Thurstan sent her over the edge and
into body convulsing orgasms as he hummed against her wet flesh.
She lay thrashing in the bed as she threw her legs over his head
and drove her bucking cunt into his mouth. His skilled
cuntalingus got her body ready for intercourse.

He got off of her body and his desire matched the wanton need of
her sex. The child jumped off the bed and ripped the clothing
from the man as he joined in on the violent disrobing. Soon he
was nude and his manhood stood erect. The cock that now stood up
was not large in fact it was a bit on the small side as it was
about five inches long and only as thick as a hot dog. The size
of his cock drove him to desire the tight passages of children.

She took the stiff cock in her hand and fondled its length.  She
had seen much larger cocks before and was glad that his was this
size for she was afraid that a big one would hurt her. The wide
head of the penis was leaking a milky sticky fluid and she
touched it with her finger. She brought the glue like stuff to
her lips and tasted his man milk. It was a bit soapy and bitter
but not too bad. Her need was great and she wanted to please this
man so she could leave the stinking cold confines of the
Orphanage. She let him lift her and lay her on her back on the
bed. She welcomed him into her body. He mounted her as she guided
the head of his cock into her pussy.

The rubbery head stretched the walls of her vagina and his cock
inched inside her body. She felt the stiff cock push against the
barrier of her hymen. She thrust her hips into his and the thin
membrane was torn and allowed his cock entrance to her clinging
birth canal. So tight was her flesh that she could feel each
movement of his now thrusting penis. Her body stretched to alow
his cock full penetration of her vagina. The child enjoyed the
slight pain in her loins as it sent her over the edge again. The
child dug her nails into the man's back and hugged him to her
body trying to take all of him inside of her.

He sought out her mouth and their lips locked. He pressed his
tongue into her mouth and she instinctively sucked on it like a
large nipple. She nursed his tongue sucking it deep in her warm
moist mouth. Thurstan was driven over the edge and his ball
dumped his cum into the constricting passage. He slammed his cock
all the way in her small body and cried out in total joy as he
filled her small pussy with cum. He lay jerking on  her body and
slowly came down from the sexual climax they had shared.  The man
rolled off of the child and held her in his arms. She pulled the
soiled covers over them and cuddled in the after glow of wondrous
sex .

"Was good my Capo dei Capi?" the child asked as she toyed with
his now smaller and quite sticky cock.

"No my primo bambino, it was fucking fantastic. No shit you are
the best fuck I have ever had. Let me clean that nasty pussy and
see if I can get my little man to stand to the task and fuck you
once again my love." he said as he mounted the child's love box
yet again. At noon he called one of the nuns to bring them some
lunch. The sister came in baring a silver tray filled with fresh
fruit, warm just out of the oven bread and hand churned butter. A
roasted rouster sat on a bed of boiled potatoes. Four ears of
sweet corn still steaming from the pot were swimming in creamy
butter.There was a dark green bottle of a good Italian red wine
and two glasses. A large wheel of sharp cheese rested on a wooden
cutting board and a sliver knife had been stuck in the red wax
covering the costly cheese.

They fed each other and after they had satisfied their bodies
need for fuel they took a short nap. The wine had ran its course
through his body and he felt the need to piss. His cock was
standing rock hard when he moved his arm from his new sex toy.
She awoke at his touch and seeing his flag at attention she
saluted the shaft and sucked him to a quick but pleasing
ejaculation.  The child added his man cream to the wonderful
lunch they had consumed.  Once he had let down his water in the
small bathroom he came back to his lover and consumed her.  It
was dark when he used the call cord hanging by the bed to summon
the Mother Superior.

"Well Mr. Carnage it seems you have hit it off quite well with
our little wop vixen." she said as the two were still nude and in
each others arms.

"You could say that, yes you could Mother. I will be taking her
home with me tonight. I believe that I still have a positive
balance on my account here." he said as he fondled the child's
sex.

"Yes sir you have more than enough to purchase this child." the
nun said pleased the the little hellion was out of her hair.
There had been talk among the nuns that the strong willed child
would be hard to control.

"Find something suitable for my little belladonna to ware home.
Then summon my nigger and tell him that I am ready to go home."
he said as the child put her head in is crotch and sucked his
cock.

"I shall do that sir, I belive that he is buggering a boy on the
West side of the home. I will find the little mink something to
wear and be back forthwith." she said as she backed out the door
of the apartment and went to find the nigger and something for
the little slut to ware.

LeRoy had left the loathsome Bill in his lair and went to spend
the two green backs his employer had given him. He pulled the
Mercedes Benz around to the west side of the compound and after
he polished the auto he went in a door marked coloreds. There a
Monk sat weaving a scourge out of leather made from the back of
some poor departed child's backside.
"What do you want nigger?" the monk said as he spit into a brass
cuspidor at his feet.

"Got some cash and I reckon I will have me some sweet white meat
today. Something round five or six nice and small." he said as he
noticed that the Monk's aim was none too good as foul globes of
nasty juice stained the stone floor.

"Let me see the color of your money first nigger." he demanded
stretching out his hand.

"Here it is, now go fetch me that boy or maybe I be tell'n Boss
Carnegie how you be." the coon threatened.

"Don't be getting uppity with me boy, we still got us a lynching
tree out back. Keep your black ass here and I will go get you a
boy to use." the monk spat as he grabbed the cash from the
nigger's hand. The brown robed man walked up three flights of
steps to the top floor. He entered the antic cells and went to a
cage where some of the new boys from Italy were housed. He looked
for the sickly child that had shit all over the mess hall that
morning. The heinous supposed man of the cloth unlocked the iron
grate and pulled the fevered ill child out. He slammed the grill
closed ignoring the pleas of the children for water.

The sick child could not stand so the monk had to drag the child
down the stone steps. He did not think the boy would last the
night, certainly now that the big nigger cock was going to be
rammed in and out of the frail boy's body. He tossed the ill
child at the nigger's feet.

"Mind you now you kill him and it will be a sawbuck more for the
trouble." he said as he went back to constructing his wicked
scourge. The monk was tying bits of broken glass to the ends of
the cat of nine tails to make the abuse delivered by the
instrument of terror even more so. The ungodly monk smiled as the
nigger picked up the dying child and fantasized having the big
buck nigger bound to a cross and laying into his screaming body
with the new whip.

"Not in here you dumb nigger, take him out back in the pig pen
and bugger him there. I don't want no nigger cum stinking up my
whore house." he said as he pointed out the door the coon had
come in.

"Sure 'nough boss man." LeRoy spat as he carried the slight child
out to the stinking pen where the hogs were kept.

He took a bale of new straw and spread it over the ground in the
far corner of the shed. The large nigger took the soiled T-shirt
off of the sickly child and held his nude body in his hands. The
child moaned and babbled in his foreign tongue.  The boy's skin
was a sallow yellow and his eyes were dull and sunken in his
skull. His lips were cracked and dry. His skin hung loose on his
emaciated frail body. The child's ribs stuck out yet his belly
was distended swollen with noxious gas. His little penis hung
limp next to his bald nut sack that was no more than a bubble of
fat crisscrossed with fine lines. The child's testes were tiny
marble sized balls resting in the small flesh pouch.

LeRoy flipped him over and looked at his anus. The puckering ring
of skin was red and raw from the acid watery diaria that
dysentery had brought to the torment child. He found small white
body lice clinging to his fevered sallow skin. The nigger ran his
hand through the filthy dull black hair. He found lice infesting
the child's head. He lay the shaking child over a straw bale and
took off his uniform and hung it on rusty nails sticking out of
the oak walls of the pigsty.

The nigger's huge cock was stiff and wanted some honkie ass. He
pulled the boy's legs apart and spit on his small anus. He knelt
on the ground and held the child's body as he pressed the head of
his ebony throbbing cock into the child's rectum. The afflicted
child screamed as the large cock head stretched his tiny anus.
The pain brought the dying child out of his lethargy as he
thrashed against the rape of his bowel.
The huge cock filled the boy's rectum and as his ass hole
stretched black shit shot out along with noxious gas. The vile
shit lubed the nigger's thick cock and as the boy's rectum
stretched LeRoy was able to rape the white piece of shit faster.
He got all of the 12 inches of his massive cock inside the child.
The pain filled the terrified child's mind and he called out for
the mother that five years ago abandoned him on the steps of the
Vatican. No one would answer his pleas for mercy as the large
cock rammed in and out of his tormented body. Blood now flowed
out of the ruined anus. The coon felt his balls tighten up and
knew that he was going to cum in the child's ass. He put his
massive hands around the dying child's throat and cut the air off
to his struggling body. The boy died as the nigger shot his thick
ropes of cum in the ass.
LeRoy worked the handle of a pitcher pump and got a troth filled
with the cold water. He used some lye soap he found on a shelf in
the hog pen. He cleaned himself up as well as he could and then
tossed the small boy into the pen holding the ten large sows. The
hogs tore into the small body ripping his dead flesh from his
small bones.  By morning there would be nothing but bloody mud to
mark the dead boy's final resting place. The herd of hogs were
quite efficient in removing garbage from the Orphanage.

The colored man sought out the only other coon that worked at the
Orphanage an aged man that had been born a slave in 1864 in
Texas. The honkies at the compound just call him Uncle Tom. LeRoy
heard the twang of an old  guitar playing the blues coming from
the shack. He knocked on the ramshackled  door.

"Hay Nigger what you be doing?" he said as he opened the rough
plank door. He saw the timeworn slave sitting on his bunk holding
his prized possession a Gibson L4.The L-4 was first introduced in
1911 as an acoustic rhythm guitar with an oval sound hole. The
dark brown instrument hummed as the nigger played a soulful tune.
It was Nobody Knows You When You Down and Out.

"Hay yourself Nigger, I just be playing my old guitar, this
little tune be done by Bessie Smith.  I heard her up in Chicago
down on Maxwell street. She sure can sing it brother. What the
hell yo don'n here? Yo  getting some little boy ass again yo sick
bastard." the old coon said as a young boy was sucking his black
cock.

"Sure nuf I just had me a sick little wop, left his ass with the
pigs. Looks like yo got this honkie trained to give head." LeRoy
said as he looked at the ten year old boy servicing the old man.
"Hay Timmy boy get off yo knees and put that little ass in the
air so my friend here can fill it with his big black cock. Mind
yo keep sucking my fuck-stick boy." he order the child as he saw
LeRoy pull his long thick cock out of his pants.

The boy stood up and bent over exposing his well used ass. He
pulled his cheeks apart to let the nigger push his cock in his
body. By now he loved the pain. It was either learn to love it or
jump out of the third floor window to the stone courtyard below
as many children had done when they could no longer take the
abuse. Timmy moaned as the thick rubbery head stretched his anus
and inched up his bowel. He sucked the thick cock in his mouth
milking the cum as the old nigger went off deep in is throat. The
two Niggers used the boy until a Monk came and told LeRoy to get
his black ass in gear for his boss wanted to leave.

He left old Uncle Tom fucking the lad and got the car. He picked
up his boss and his new sex  toy, she looked like a good one.....

This is fantasy. Nothing more than words put together to tell a
tale, a sick twisted tale to be sure. Do any of this shit for
real and it will end badly with you bent over a bunk in prison
getting some of LeRoy's cock up your ass.   If you got this far
why not let me know what you think of it at 
wordweaver69@gmail.com  Arlin